Chapter 563: Fighting Against the Demon King

Wei Fan rushed past and bathed in He Jiyun's demon blood.

"boom!"

Behind him, He Jiyun exploded, splattering bones and feathers everywhere, and the sky was filled with blood-stained snowflakes.

With two moves, Xuanhe Sect He Jiyun and Saint King-level White Crane were beheaded on the spot, with no bones left and no screams left.

Wei Fan, with his hair wildly dancing and wearing golden armor, was like a god of war roaming the world. For a moment, everything was silent, and everyone was stunned by his unparalleled strength.

"He Jiyun died like this..."

Ouyang Bolun, Yuan Jiuling and other strong Saint Kings stood on end. They knew that Wei Fan was strong, but they didn't expect him to be so strong. A strong Saint King from the Demon Clan actually killed him with just two moves. Compared with ordinary big warriors, There is basically no difference in Saint.

Everyone is a strong Saint King. There is not much difference between them and He Jiyun. In other words, if Wei Fan wants to kill them, it is also a matter of three or two moves. This is the power of the King of Saint Kings.

[Kill He Jiyun and gain 500,000 years of ordinary skills and 12,000 years of martial arts skills]

[Normal power: 10.89 million years]

[Martial Saint Skill: 147,000 years]

"Rumble..."

He Jiyun's 12,000-foot-high road emerged, pulling out a great avenue. The chain of order rumbled and shook, but it did not break for a while.

After reaching the realm of the Holy King, the cultivator's Tao has been relatively stable, unlike ordinary Saint realms where the Tao immediately collapses and dissipates after death. This is why Qi Daozhen's "death" took ten thousand years before his Tao collapsed. .

Although the Holy King is not a Martial King, to a certain extent, a person of this level has surpassed the category of Holy Realm.

"boom!"

Wei Fan rushed towards Yuan Jiuling like a cannonball, directly knocking He Jiyun's path into two pieces. He was like a blue dragon flying across the sky.

"Old demon, last time you brought the imperial soldiers and allowed you to escape with your life, who can save you today!"

Boiling murderous intent surged like a tidal wave, Wei Fan's body was filled with avenue runes shining brightly, and his unrivaled aura made even the powerful Saint King feel a dull feeling in his heart, a feeling of suffocation.

"escape!"

"Go quickly, only the emperor in the world can kill him!"

Yuan Jiuling and the holy king-level purple-bearded golden dragon turned around and ran away without hesitation. They had no courage to compete with Wei Fan. He Jiyun's death had already frightened them, and the unparalleled ferocious power had defeated them. The dignity of a strong Saint King.

Wei Fan alone can kill them, not to mention the two holy kings Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen standing by. If they don't escape, they probably won't be able to survive the arrival of the Demon King.

"Everyone stay!"

"None of you can leave!"

Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen roared together, naturally they would not watch the show at this time and let these two old demons escape.

The two of them struck with all their strength, and the bright beam tore through the two old monsters' external defensive strength, causing the two old monsters to stagger and make a muffled sound.

"Rumble..."

At the same time, Wei Fan had already rushed over. Although he had not condensed Kunpeng's true body at the moment, his speed was not slow.

For things like speed, physical skills are important, but one's own strength, will power, etc. also have a lot to do with it.

Even if he didn't condense Kunpeng's true body, his speed was faster than Yuan Jiuling and Purple Beard Golden Jiao.

"I didn't ask you to leave, can you leave?"

A huge foot crushed the sky and stepped down hard. The energy of chaos surged and stepped down on Yuan Jiuling's head.

"Asshole!"

Ape Jiuling was furious, and the ring above his head glowed. Wei Fan was obviously insulting him. As the noble Heaven-Shaking Holy Ape, how could he not be angry.

"Prisoning Stick!"

He waved the big stick in his hand vigorously, and the avenue was pulled out. The laws intertwined and formed a cage of avenue to surround Wei Fan, trying to isolate him from the avenue.

"Boom!"

Wei Fan stepped down hard with the sole of his foot, and the prison of the avenue instantly turned into powder, the laws were twisted, the chain of order was broken, and the avenue retreated with a roar.

The next moment, Wei Fan stepped heavily on Yuan Jiuling's face, and there was a sound of cracking bones as blood spattered.

"roar……"

Yuan Jiuling screamed and his head collapsed. Although the big stick in his hand finally hit Wei Fan, not only did it not hurt Wei Fan, it was also bounced high and the tiger's mouth cracked.

Such a sight is astonishing. Even the Holy King can't hurt him. Those who don't know it think he is already a powerful Martial Emperor.

"How can it be so strong? It is impossible for the King of Holy Kings to be so terrifying!"

The purple-bearded golden dragon was trembling. Wei Fan's power was beyond his knowledge. Yuan Jiuling was a holy king-level heaven-shaking holy ape. Such a master attacked others and actually hurt himself. What a strong body he must have. , in order to injure the Holy King-level Heaven-shaking Holy Ape.

There have never been terrifying monsters like the King of Holy Kings in history, but none of them are as outrageous as Wei Fan. Mere defense can injure the Holy King.

"Ancestor, save me!"

Yuan Jiuling looked horrified. Only when he got in touch with Wei Fan did he understand the horror of Wei Fan. Just one insulting kick almost killed him. There were already a lot of cracks in the soul in the sea of ​​consciousness. If he hit him again, he would definitely die.

Blood surged from his face, like a broken sack flying upside down, and he vomited blood and let out a final roar.

"Rumble..."

The next moment, thousands of avenues between heaven and earth shook, and countless avenues emerged, penetrating the heaven and earth. In an instant, the space was distorted, and the earth screamed and shattered.

In the distant sky, the clouds changed color, as if a river of heaven was roaring and sweeping across the sky, slapping towards Shuiyun City, and the world seemed to be doomed.

"The Demon King has arrived!"

Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen's expressions changed drastically, and their hearts trembled.

The Demon King was actually still in an endlessly distant place, but just a faint breath spreading over was unbearable for them, and the overwhelming fierce power crushed the heaven and earth.

"The emperor of our clan is here, Wei Fan, you wait for death, no matter how amazing you are, if you don't know how to keep a low profile, you will die..."

Yuan Jiuling looked excited. The emperor of the Heaven-shaking Saint Ape clan had arrived, and this monster of the human race had only one way to die.

"Whoever comes, you will die too!"

Wei Fan's eyes flashed with cold light, and the murderous intent dispersed the imperial aura that permeated over, like a golden-winged roc catching up with Yuan Jiuling, and his glowing fist slammed down heavily.

"Stop!"

The roars with endless majesty came out from all the avenues at the same time, the space was shattered into pieces, all the avenues glowed together, and a terrifying will power swept out from the avenues to stop Wei Fan from killing Yuan Jiuling.

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"You want to stop me when you are still tens of thousands of miles away?"

Wei Fan's eyebrows glowed, creating ripples, and his will power also swept across the four directions, colliding with the will power of the Demon King from tens of thousands of miles away.

"Puff!"

The chain of order was annihilated in pieces, turned into flying ashes and dissipated, the aftermath of destruction spread, and Yuan Jiuling bled from all seven orifices, with a look of horror on his face.

"You..."

Although this was only a wisp of will power that the Demon King had spread from tens of thousands of miles away, it was absolutely shocking that Wei Fan could resist it, and even the Demon King couldn't do anything to Wei Fan.

"Die!"

While resisting the power of the Demon King's will, Wei Fan's fist smashed down heavily.

"Boom!"

Amidst the splattering of blood and the flying of broken bones, Yuan Jiuling's head exploded and he died on the spot.

[Kill Yuan Jiuling and gain 500,000 years of ordinary skill and 12,000 years of martial arts skill]

[Ordinary skill: 11.39 million years]

[Martial arts skill: 159,000 years]

Wei Fan's blood surged, his whole body emitting a thousand-foot-long light, swallowing up the mountains and rivers, and the surrounding avenues roared.

Purple-bearded Golden Dragon, Ouyang Bolun and others were shocked. He actually killed Yuan Jiuling, the Holy King, while resisting the power of the Demon King's will.

"You are looking for death!"

The majestic voice sounded again, full of murderous intent. As a demon king, he had never been disobeyed like this before.

Not only was he disobeyed, but he was even slapped in the face. He couldn't do anything to a 19-year-old man.

A monstrous demonic energy surged between heaven and earth, and countless avenues turned black. The terrifying demonic energy surged out from it like a dam bursting. In an instant, the mountains and rivers within a thousand miles were shattered, and the earth, water, wind and fire were once again in chaos.

"Wei Fan, go!"

Ouyang Bolun roared. The Demon King was about to come. What Wei Fan had fought against before was only one ten-thousandth of the Demon King's power. When the Demon King really came, a thought would be enough to destroy Wei Fan.

Wei Fan didn't know, but he knew that the Demon King of the Heaven-shaking Saint Ape Clan had existed for more than ten thousand years and was extremely terrifying.

"You go first, I still want to kill this loach!"

Wei Fan's fighting spirit was high, and his fighting blood was burning. The lines of the avenue appeared in his soul in his sea of ​​consciousness. Although he was only fighting against one ten-thousandth of the Demon King's power, it had a profound impact on his spiritual realm. At this moment, his soul seemed to be baptized, and those lines of the avenue became more obvious.

"You still want to be violent, and think that I am a decoration!"

The terrifying aura was overwhelming, and Wei Fan felt as if a planet was pressing on him. His speed dropped sharply, and a road suddenly burst into infinite divine light.

He was better, but Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen had already groaned and fell to the ground powerlessly.

"The Demon King has arrived!"

The two looked terrified and trembling. It was not that they were afraid of death or had no courage. This was the instinct of any living being facing a master of the Emperor Dao. It was not that they were not afraid of death, but that they were not afraid.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the world shook, and a tall figure walked out of the road. The fierce and domineering aura made the road retreat and the space distorted.

He was just of ordinary height, even small compared to the demon body that was like a mountain, less than two meters, but in the sight of everyone who saw him, he filled the world and filled everyone's mind.

Thunder God Mouth, chain mail, crown on his head, the road wailed and sank under his feet...

In the hearts of all those who saw him, there was nothing else in the world except him at this moment. They gradually showed fanatical expressions and slowly knelt down as if they had seen a god.

"Die!"

He glanced at Wei Fan and sent two golden beams through the void.

"Kill whoever you want in my human territory, do you think I am just a decoration?"

Suddenly, a majestic and domineering voice sounded between heaven and earth, and at the same time, a gentle will and power surged, and the god in everyone's eyes immediately turned into a murderous monster, with a terrifying sea of ​​corpses and blood behind him. (End of this chapter)